Volume 2 Otherworldly Traveler Chapter 80 Reappearing in the World

The Twelfth slowly nodded to Antakuta with the butt of his rifle, "Stand back, with the slightest movement, back off." ”

The dim light in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the end of the parking lot flickered like an old-fashioned disc on cassette, and strange black dots appeared in his vision.

The creature in the distance stood with its hands down, and the invisible pressure spread in all directions, and the eardrums ached.

It gave Antakuta a familiar feeling, and he swore he must have seen this weird thing somewhere.

"Fit the losers. The older they get, the stronger they become. These former humans voluntarily modified their bodies in order to conform to the rules of the stripped plane, so that they could enter and study. But the failure rate is too high. The infrared rays on the Twelfth rifle pointed firmly at the creature in the distance, "There are their figures in various ruins, I thought it was just a door, but I didn't expect it to be there." ”

"How? Can you beat it? "Antakuta put his finger on the trigger and felt the adrenaline rush.

"I don't know. Haven't fought the Twenty-Eight Age of Humans Fit yet. At least I didn'tβ€”β€”β€”β€” I only fought fifteen hundred years and lost. ”

Antakuta frowned, he finally remembered where he had seen it.

Shroud, shrouded corpse, that's what Qin Ziyao called them.

At the time, I didn't think these creatures were very threatening, but now it's different. He had truly lost all the power of his origin.

Fitters.

It turns out that this is their scientific name.

The older the vintage, the stronger it becomes, just like red wine.

"According to you, wouldn't the First Human Age Fit destroy the world with a raise of his hand?"

"Yes. But if the people of the First Age succeed, the planes they created are completely separated from Earth, and the Fit cannot remain on Earth. Like creatures in your plane, aren't they destroying the world with a raise of their hands? ”

In the space between speaking, the two retreated back for more than ten meters, and the person in the distance was still motionless.

"Hey, is that really okay? Keep back, isn't that guy asleep? ”

Antakuta scratched his head and lowered his gun slightly, tired from holding it all the time.

"I don't know. We'd better leave quietly, shooting is definitely not a good solution. "The twelfth has completely lost the calmness and mystery of the first appearance, and now looks a bit like a good student who was caught cheating on an exam.

"Agreed."

The two heavily armed men walked towards the side very slowly, whispering to each otherβ€”β€”β€”β€”

"Hey, where's the exit?"

"Theoretically, the vents could climb outside, according to the map." Twelve glanced behind him, "But don't think about it, you have to go yourself, I don't want to have an accident in the vent." ”

"So what are we going to do all the way to the left?"

"Didn't you start moving first? I thought you knew the exit. ”

"I don't know."

So the two heavily armed men stopped again.

"Wait, look, is it getting closer?" Antakuta pressed his left hand on the trigger of the grenade launcher.

"Damn. Yes. Yes. Yes. "Twelveth felt frightened, and it was obvious that there was a psychological shadow.

The fitter's figure flickered.

Antakuta's hand shook, and the rifle exploded!

The grenade dragged a thin smell of smoke and slammed into the fitter. A burst of fire lit up the parking lot, and the fitter had vanished in place.

"What are you doing!" Frightened, Twelve, did not hesitate to pull the trigger into the darkness. Clusters of smoke fell overhead, explosions in the semi-enclosed space buzzed their ears, and the roar of guns crackled into the walls.

"Sorry, startled, hands shaking." Antakuta turned his body, and the beam of light of the flashlight swept back and forth, "Aren't you cool when you appeared, you made it the same as the ultimate villain, why are you so panicked now!" ”

"You don't understand, those lines have to be memorized." Twelve hurriedly unloaded the magazine and put his hand into the magazine, "Not all people in the organization look like villainsβ€”β€”β€”β€” but the temple asks for it, and I can't help it." ”

"Back!" Antakuta shouted, turned the muzzle of the gun in an instant, and before he could shoot, he came to face with the fit.

A foul smell filled his entire nasal cavity, and Antakuta kicked it up, ignoring the open wound, and drew a short knife with his backhand and slashed it forward.

But this kick was like a kick on an iron plate, and his whole body was pushed backwards by the reaction force, but the fit person did not move.

Shicai's kick, although it was in a hurry, could easily kick the steel bar.

The next 12 showed excellent fighting qualities, and without hesitation, a sharp blade popped out of his wrist and stabbed Antakuta the moment he fell to the ground.

The blade was only as long as a forearm, but as thin as a blade, and it shimmered with a dull, heavy aura in the light.

The blade effortlessly entered the chest of the fitter, but Twelve was visibly terrified, his right foot stepped on the ground, his upper body twisted, and the blade was withdrawn, but only a broken sword remained.

Green smoke rose from the sword's fracture, dripping with acid.

All this happened in a flash of light, and the two had distanced themselves from the compatible.

As soon as he landed, Antakuta raised the muzzle of his gun, and the moment Twelveth turned over and retreated, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the head of the fitman to the point of blood and flesh.

But only for a moment. The fit disappeared as the second bullet arrived, leaving a trail of shells in its wake.

"Run, run, run to the mall!" On the twelve, a carp stood up, and did not forget to drag Antakuta.

The two of them couldn't care about any tactics or tactics, and the twelfth held down the headphones and shouted frantically: "Head! Head! Black Carbon Boss! There are fits! There is nothing in the basement, only a door, but there is a fit of the Twenty-Eighth Age! Cheng Ping and I are being hunted down! Help me!!! ”

I don't know what Black Tan said to him, but the twelfth was directly stunned.

He grabbed Antakuta with disbelief in his tone, "What? ”

The two stopped under the hole where they came.

"So, we can't go now?" Twelve's face had a constipated expression.

Putting down his hand, Twelve pressed Antakuta's shoulder without tears, "Brother, we're done." ”

"What's wrong?" Antakuta subconsciously pulled the bolt of the gun. He's really scared of the twelve.

"The captain said that the mall is not safe now than below, and going out now is a dead word. The giant sea spider that had been attracted by something before, but now there were eight of them. Then the jellyfish colony also appeared. Now every inch of the mall is filled with tentacles, and spiders are standing outside. The support from the military headquarters arrived, but it was impossible to move an inch except to hold the position, let alone save the two of us. Of course, there is good news. ”

"What's the good news?" Antakuta spat at the bloody froth, and his eyes lit up.

"The good news is that since we have brought in almost all the aberrant creatures in the ruins, the trapped combat brigade has managed to escape."

Antakuta asked the sky speechlessly.

Is this good news?

No matter how you look at it, it's tragic news that destroys the world.

"Well, no kidding. Because of the appearance of ruins, the aberrant creatures in this parking lot dare not come down, and the reason is unknown. It's easier to parry an enemy than to face a bunch of enemies, I guess. Twelve swallowed.

Antakuta scratched her hair in disgust, and suddenly spoke: "Actually, I have another way. ”

"What's the solution?"

"Here we are."

"What?"

"Take care of my body, don't be tainted by the fit. I'll explain it to you later. ”

With that, Antakuta rolled his eyelids and fell straight down.

......

Military coordinates, Minato City Offshore Ruins, NW1181.

At this time, the gunfire was loud.

The rockets dragged black smoke and blasted a deep crater in the remnant wall. Rubble rained down on the soldiers' helmets with a sound like fried beans.

A standard team of 12 cats almost baked black marks on the sandbags on the side after the gunfire almost baked the sandbags on the side after the makeshift fortifications.

The team leader held the telescope with a gloomy face. After a moment, he turned his head and closed his eyes.

"I think we might be abandoned." The team leader said softly.

Countless spiders ran towards the fortifications, and then were broken into knots, filling every gap.

There were soldiers still bleeding, their uniforms covered with smoke and dust, and there was a madness in their eyes that bordered on numbness.

Aim, fire.

Aim, fire.

It was the only way they could think of to delay death.

The team had been trapped in the deepest part of the rubble for two days and nights. There were also air-dropped ammunition and food, but in fact, the most terrible thing was the suffering.

Every day, every second, until the evening, they couldn't close their eyes. Even with shifts, no one can really sleep.

It was getting darker, and the soldier tiredly emptied the magazine and replaced it with a new one.

"Why?" A soldier with his left leg missing was lying on the ground, smiling weakly, "I think support may be on the way." ”

The team leader did not say anything. He picked up the telescope again and said nothing.

This battle plan.

Suddenly, something seemed to move in sight.

The team leader was taken aback, and hurriedly raised the magnification and looked at it intently.

Hopefully not a big guy. He prayed in his heart.

Then, he saw clearly.

It was a first-generation mecha, headless, and I don't know how many days and nights had passed, and it was broken like it was about to fall apart at any time.

However, he was sure that at that moment, the mecha moved.

He rubbed his eyes, was it true? A first-generation aircraft actually began to run. Andβ€”β€”β€”β€” it went straight over a high wall!

The flexible movements, flowing smoothly, it is estimated that even the fifth generation is not so smooth.

It's a pity, what about a first-generation aircraft? He was just happy to see the change.

The team leader let out a long sigh, but he didn't know that this sentence had appeared before a miracle.

Because the name of that mecha is,

Sky.